We daily attempted to cherish his faith;
But all was rejected, he cleaved to death;
While those that would cheer him he sternly abus'd, And all confolations he daily refus'd.
He question'd the voyage, and state of the crew,
And whether the men and the Captain were true;
He bid us defiance, and longed to go,
To know whether we were deceivers or no.
The reft of the wounded they trembled with fear,
To find Master Purblind was funk in despair;
And daily inquired if he was alive,
Nor could they be cheer'd till they faw him revive.
Now all on a fudden a light was convey'd,
That refcu'd his mind from the horrible fhade;
He quitted the gloom, and was fill'd with amaze,
His vifage reflecting divinity's rays.
In raptures he yielded to conquering Death,
And praised Free-grace with his expiring breath;
And begg'd each beholder this ftory to tell,
That Purblind the wretched was faved from hell,
It feems that Cold-Heart got a wound in the fray,
Which caus'd him to linger for many a day;
The fhip Diffolution, her terrible hold
He could not endure while his heart was fo cold.
A tempeft from Sinai, that caus'd him to mourn,
The fpirit of judgment began for to burn;
This forc'd him to try and examine his state;
The terrors of wrath made him tremble at fate.
By numbers on board his deep groanings were heard,
The fhip Diffolution fo fhocking appear'd;
With waves of Defpondency he was so tofs'd,
That many conceived his fenfes were loft.
But Jefus appear'd in the vifion of faith,
And wholly removed the terrors of death;
He took an affectionate leave of the crew,
And faid he'd the city of Sion in view.
The good Master Tender refus'd to complain.
The joy that he felt counterbalanc'd his pain;
He faid to the crew with expiring breath,
That the battle was won in the triumphs of faith.
Now Death had a charge with respect to the dead, To keep them afleep who had Chrift for their head; Then Death fhall be vanquifh'd, for thus 'tis divin'd, His flag fhall be ftruck, and his captives refign'd.
Altho' we had thousands that fell in the fight,
Yet numbers we had who recover'd their plight;
While Death was employed in ftowing the hold
A tempeft appear'd that was often foretold.
A glorious Perfon appear'd on the land,
And up to the heavens he lifted his hand;
By the greatest of names then he folemnly swore,
That time and mortality fhould be no more.
A trumpet was heard, a release was proclaim'd;
It came from Jehovah, eternally fam'd;
All-conquering Death feemed wholly dismay'd;
The voice was to him, and he trembled with dread.
The hold of the dead it was quickly expos'd,
And millions of faints found their eyes were unclos'd; The thunders they roll'd in perpetual peal,"
And fimafh'd Diffolution from pendant to keel.
Now Death to his grief an emetic receiv'd,
And the numbers he'd gorged very foon were reliev'd;
With huge and deep heavings refigned the dead,
And the chofen appear'd in the form of their Head.
To the failors then quickly a flame was convey'd,
Mortality felt it, and trembled and fled;
The motion was felt, the fenfation was strange;
But nature gave way to a fpiritual change.
A ray from the heavens difpelled all fhade,
And Glory eternal was fweetly difplay'd;
The Judge and his Chariot fill'd all with amaze,
His wheels and attendants feem'd all in a blaze.
the wicked as fand on the fhore;
Yea, all that he ever had gorged before;
And, when he discharged his numberless prey,
He funk to a fhadow, and vanish'd away.
This was the bright morning we long'd to enjoy,
When foes to the faints fhould no longer destroy;
Diffolution was floating in ruins on fhore,
Mortality vanifh'd, and Death was no more.
The waters of life they delightfully cheer'd;
The glorious Lord as a river appear'd,
Which leads to the ocean that none can explore; Eternity has neither bottom nor shore.
Free-Grace and her crew all arrived at laft,
No failor was mifs'd when the mufter was pafs'd;
By thousands and millions the angels appear'd,
And welcom'd us home with the anthems we heard.
Creation they hymn'd, and immutable fate,
Which fix'd them fo firm in their innocent state;
Of judgment they fung on the millions that fell,
Of election that kept them while others rebel.
We fung of redemption in Jefus the Lord,
Of fovereign love, and how we were restor❜d;
The dangers we met, and the helps that appear'd,
Of infinite wifdom by which we were steer'd.
Delightful the union, and great was the throng,
The melody charming, delightful the fong;
An order came forth for afcending the throne,
And when we were feated the judgment came on.
T. Benfley, Printer, Bolt-Court, Fleet-Street, London,
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